Chapter 384: I

"Xiao Ruo, open the door! This time you absolutely can't coddle him—open the door for me!"

Fu Guiru held a rolling pin and slammed hard against Fu Yiruo's door, gritting her teeth to get inside and teach Fu Zhiman a lesson.

What did that miserable bastard just say? Give Fu Yiruo to Pei Wencong? How depraved must your mind be to even conceive such a thing?

Li Ye stood with his arms crossed behind Fu Guiru.

He'd just angrily cursed a moment ago, but now he didn't even feel like cursing anymore.

If Fu Guiru didn't beat him hard enough to satisfy him, he'd definitely finish the job himself.

With Li Ye's combat strength, even his mother and Fu Yiruo together couldn't stop him.

Despite Fu Guiru pounding on the door, Fu Yiruo refused to open it—and seconds later, strange sounds came from inside.

"You dare hit me? I'll—Aowu!"

"Bang bang bang!"

"You're insane! You crazy woman, you're out of your mind!"

"Clang clang clang!"

"You did this on purpose, you bastard!"

Fu Zhiman's voice was clearly changing pitch, turning distorted.

At first it was ferocious, as furious as an emperor drugged by Zhen Huan.

Then it turned hoarse and pitiful, like a beggar beaten by dogs, whimpering for mercy.

In contrast, Fu Yiruo made not a single sound, uttered not a single threat—all Li Ye and Fu Guiru could do was imagine, from the rhythm of the "bang bang bang" and "clang clang clang," a girl gritting her teeth and unleashing a furious barrage.

Most girls couldn't beat boys, but unfortunately Fu Zhiman was still young—twelve or thirteen—and against Fu Yiruo, who was seventeen or eighteen, his resistance was pathetically weak.

"Xiao Ruo, open the door quickly! Don't hurt him too badly!"

Fu Guiru grew anxious and pushed the door again.

But Li Ye grabbed her shoulder from behind.

"Mom, it's clear Xiao Ruo has been holding in her resentment for more than just a day or two—let her vent. If she really injures him, I'll handle it."

Fu Guiru stared at Li Ye's calm face, then after several seconds, sighed and fell silent.

Over the past decade, she'd once cared for Xiao Ruo meticulously, but later, burdened by Fu Corp's affairs, her responsibilities grew heavier—she gave Xiao Ruo less and less attention, while Xiao Ruo took on the duty of watching over Fu Zhiman.

Though the mainland has the custom that "at five, you see three," Fu Yiruo and Fu Zhiman clearly never developed the deep sister-brother bond that custom implies.

A few minutes later, Fu Yiruo opened the door.

The girl's hair was disheveled, her face flushed, she was panting, and fresh blood still clung to her small fists.

Li Ye glanced and confirmed she'd scraped her knuckles beating him.

Then he looked at Fu Zhiman huddled in the corner—and it was a completely different scene.

His nose was bleeding, his face swollen, one shoe lost, a lock of hair torn out—he looked utterly wretched, pitiful beyond words.

"Wu wu wu wu!"

Fu Zhiman sobbed toward Fu Guiru, genuinely aggrieved—but seeing the rolling pin in her hand, he shrank back, too afraid to beg for comfort.

Fu Yiruo tidied her hair and said to Fu Guiru: "Mom, this is how this matter should be handled. If you beat Xiao Man, people will talk. But if I beat him… it's most appropriate."

Fu Guiru froze.

Looking into Fu Yiruo's calm eyes, she suddenly felt they matched Li Ye's calmness from moments ago—had those few days in Beijing awakened some bloodline mystery between the siblings?

Fu Guiru sighed again, dropped the rolling pin, and went to help Fu Zhiman up.

"Come on, I'll take you to the hospital. Remember never to say such things again—your sister's grown up; this kind of talk damages her reputation."

Fu Guiru left unsaid: "Do you think every woman is like Fu Guiyin, treating gossip as a badge of pride?"

But after being helped up, the wounded Fu Zhiman suddenly felt emboldened again.

"I don't want the hospital—I want the police station! I was almost beaten to death!"

Fu Guiru was furious and exasperated, not knowing what to say.

But Fu Yiruo walked over calmly and said: "You want to go to the police? I'll take you. You can tell the officers everything exactly as it happened—that you were almost killed by your sister."

Fu Zhiman shuddered at Fu Yiruo's words, though he didn't understand her intent—he just felt she was hiding something sinister.

Then Li Ye stepped forward and chuckled: "According to mainland custom, when a sister beats her brother, even if you go to the police, they'll call the parents to come and resolve it. So if you insist on going to the station, you'll need to bring Mom along."

Fu Zhiman froze.

Report the police—and then Mom would still come to discipline him?

How would she discipline him? With that rolling pin she'd just thrown on the floor?

How terrifying is the mainland? He'd just been brutally beaten, and now he had nowhere to seek justice?

"Wah!"

Fu Zhiman finally burst into loud sobs.

"I'm calling Mom! I'm calling Mom! You're bullying me—you're trying to kill me for my shares!"

Now it was Fu Guiru and Fu Yiruo who were stunned.

Though Fu Zhiman's origins had been whispered about in Johor, and close acquaintances suspected he was Fu Guiyin's illegitimate son, everyone had always kept silent about him.

But from Fu Zhiman's words, it was clear that during these past months with Fu Guiyin, he'd learned and accepted his true parentage.

That meant he knew who his real mother was—and he accepted it.

Then why are you here? Why are you complaining about this room being too small, this room being inadequate?

Li Ye stood behind with his arms crossed, unable to suppress a laugh.

Thought he was some brilliant villain—turns out he's a fool. How boring.

In his previous interactions with Fu Guiru, Li Ye had sensed her gratitude and guilt toward the Malaysian Fu family.

But now…

Some people are never satisfied—they casually discard what benefits them most.

Ten minutes later, Fu Zhiman actually called Fu Guiyin—obviously they hadn't arrived today; they'd already checked into a hotel.

After listening to Fu Zhiman's tearful sobbing, Fu Guiyin flew into a rage, screaming for Fu Guiru to get on the phone.

"Fu Guiru, what are you trying to do? You dare hit Xiao Man! Do you think I won't—"

"Why should I believe you?" Fu Guiru cut in coldly. "Just now Xiao Man insisted on calling Mom—so now you're his mother, right?"

"Don't play dumb! Xiao Man figured it out himself—he would've figured it out eventually—but the law—"

"Don't worry about the law. I'll handle the legal matters. Tomorrow I'll send Xiao Man to you—let you two be reunited."

Fu Guiyin, consumed by rage, was silenced by Fu Guiru's words, her chest swelling with fury.

She had money now—she could indulge freely, enjoy romance. What a nuisance it would be to drag along a burden like him?

Even bringing a man home would be inconvenient!

"Cousin, you know if I publicly acknowledge Xiao Man as mine, Zheng's daughter will kill me. When Father asked you to help me, you promised you'd support me!"

Now Fu Guiyin resorted to emotional appeals—even invoking her dead father.

But this time, Fu Guiru was unmoved. She replied coldly: "Stop making excuses. Just find someone to marry, show you're done chasing other men—and Zheng's daughter won't care about you anymore."

"Find someone to marry? How easy is that?"

Fu Guiyin nearly laughed aloud: "Cousin, who could possibly be worthy of me? In all of Malaysia, how many men match my family, looks, or wealth?"

Fu Guiru was speechless. Fu Guiyin, thirty-seven or thirty-eight, still had a "forever young" heart.

After a moment's silence, she finally said coldly: "Guiyin, whether you marry or not is none of my business. But don't interfere with Xiao Man's upbringing—I'll raise him properly."

"But if you keep using Xiao Man as a pawn against me, don't blame me for being ruthless. Frankly, you don't have the strength."

Fu Guiyin blinked, then screamed hysterically: "It's you who's using Xiao Man against me! If you hadn't agreed to raise him, how would Father have let you run the company? Now you—"

"Dudu du!"

Fu Guiyin hadn't finished venting when Fu Guiru hung up.

If the old Fu Guiru had heard these words, she might have felt guilty.

But after everything that had happened recently—and especially Fu Zhiman's behavior today—Fu Guiru now knew exactly what an "ungrateful wolf" looked like.

Fu Guiyin, with no outlet for her rage, slammed down the phone.

Still furious, she stomped out of the room, heading downstairs to confront Fu Guiru—but at the door, she hesitated and turned back.

She remembered the neat bullet holes Fu Guiru had punched into her golden sports car. This was the mainland—not Malaysia.

"Huh huh huh"

Fu Guiyin gasped for breath, then turned and walked into the hotel bar.

"What soothes sorrow? Only alcohol." After years of wandering the romantic battlefield, how could Fu Guiyin not love drinking?

But wine only deepens sorrow—unaware, she drank too much, got drunk, and even mistook her room number when returning.

"Huh? Open the door… open the door… someone, open this door!"

Drunk and dazed, Fu Guiyin pounded on the door—when suddenly, it swung open.

A thirty-year-old man stood there, displeased: "Finally? And you're drunk?"

Fu Guiyin stared at the man through bleary eyes—whether from alcohol or not, he looked strikingly like Xu Ziliang, the man married to Zheng's daughter.

"Zi—"

Before Fu Guiyin could finish "Ziliang," the man yanked her inside—and she felt herself lifted into the air, dazed.

(End of Chapter)

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